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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Smog,
Japan,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.