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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.