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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.