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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.