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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Crime,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.