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 Israel 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.