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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Model 500,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.