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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.