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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.