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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.