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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.