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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.