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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.