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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.