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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.