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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.