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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.