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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.