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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.