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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.