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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Index,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Magma,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.