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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.