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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
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 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.