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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.