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 Greece 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.