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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.