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 Uganda and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.