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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.