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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.