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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.