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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.