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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Skriet 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.