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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.