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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.