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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.