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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.