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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
JFA,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.