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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.