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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.