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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.