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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.