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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.