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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.