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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.