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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.