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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.