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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.