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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.