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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.