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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.