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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.