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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.