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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.