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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.