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 France and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.