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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Organ to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.