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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 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 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
The Monks,
Derrick May,
X-102,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.