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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.