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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.