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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.