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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.