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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.