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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.