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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.