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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.