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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.