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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.