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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.