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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.