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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.