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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Smog,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.