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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.