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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.