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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.