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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.