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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.