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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.