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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.