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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.