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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.