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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.