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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.