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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.