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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.