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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.