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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.