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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.