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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.