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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.