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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.