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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.