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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 JFA to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.