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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.