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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Slave,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Magma,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
June Days,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.