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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.