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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.