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 France and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.