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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.