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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.