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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.