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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.