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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.