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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.