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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.