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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.