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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.