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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.