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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Ten City,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
X-101,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.