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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.