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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.