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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.