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 China and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.