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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
UT,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.