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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.