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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.