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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.