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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.