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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.