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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Interpol,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.