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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.