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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.