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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.