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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.