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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Faust,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.