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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.