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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.