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 Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.