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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Wire,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.