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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.