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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.