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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.