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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.