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 Hungary and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.