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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.