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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.