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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.