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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.