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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Swans,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.