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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.