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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.