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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.