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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.