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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.