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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.