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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.