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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Busters,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.