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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Index,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.