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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.