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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.