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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.