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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.