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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.