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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Q65,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.