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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.