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 Italy 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.