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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Television,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.