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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.