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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.