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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.