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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.