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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.