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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gong to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.