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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.