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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.