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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.