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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.