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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex 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?
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.