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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.