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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.