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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.