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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.