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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.