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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Television,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.