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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 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 Eric Copeland 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.