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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.