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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.