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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.