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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Smog,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.