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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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.