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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.