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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.