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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.