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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.