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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
PIL,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.