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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.