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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.