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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.