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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.