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 Norway and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Rekid 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.