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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.