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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Index,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.