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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
10cc,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.