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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.