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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.