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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.