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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.