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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.