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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.