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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.