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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.