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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.