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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.