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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.