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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Japan,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Index,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.