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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.