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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.