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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.