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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.