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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.