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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.