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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.