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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.