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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Names,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.