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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Index,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.