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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.