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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.