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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.