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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Smog,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.