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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.