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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.