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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.