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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.