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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.