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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Brick,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Technova,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
the Association,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.