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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.