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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.