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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.