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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
The Sound,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.