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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 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 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.