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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Brick,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.