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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.