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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.