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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.