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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.