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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.