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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.