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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.