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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.