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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.