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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.