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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Franke,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.