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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.