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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.