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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.