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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.