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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Qualms,
Japan,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.