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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
UT,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.