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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
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.