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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Television,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.