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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.