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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.