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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.