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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.