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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.