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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.