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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.