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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.