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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.