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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.