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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.