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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.