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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.