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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.