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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.