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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.