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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.