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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.