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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.