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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.