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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.