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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Chrome,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.