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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.