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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.