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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.