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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.