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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Television Personalities 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.