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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.