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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Television,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.