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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.