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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.