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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.