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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.