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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Nico,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.