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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.