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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.