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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.