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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Pole,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.