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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.