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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.