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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.