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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.