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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.