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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.