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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.