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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.