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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.