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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.