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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Gong,
The Sound,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.