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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.