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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 New Order to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.