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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.