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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
UT,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.