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 Ireland and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.