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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.