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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Mars,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.