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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.