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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
UT,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.