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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.