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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.