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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.