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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.