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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.