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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.