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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.