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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
ABC,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.