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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.