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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.