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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
ABC,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.