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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.