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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.