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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.