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 Finland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.