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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Scion,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.