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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.