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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.