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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.