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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Ronan,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.