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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Cameo,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.