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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.