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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.