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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
The Index,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.