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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.