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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.