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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.