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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.