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 Peru 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.