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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.