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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.