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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.