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 France and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Technova,
MC5,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.