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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.