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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.