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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.