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 Albania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.