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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.