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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.