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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.