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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.