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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.