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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.