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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 marimba 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.