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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.