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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.