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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.