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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.