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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.