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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.