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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
MDC,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.