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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.