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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.