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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.