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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.