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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.