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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.