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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.