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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
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Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.