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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.