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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.