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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.