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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.