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 Spain 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.