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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 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 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.