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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.