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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.