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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.