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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.