Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.