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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.