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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.