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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.