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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Brick,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.