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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Faust,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.