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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Fear,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.