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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.