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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
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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.