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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.