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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Television,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.