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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Index,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.