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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Can,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.