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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.