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 Honduras 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.