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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.