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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.