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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Leaves 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.