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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.