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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.