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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.