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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.