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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.