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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.