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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.