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 Peru 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.