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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.