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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Nas,
Magma,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.