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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.