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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.