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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.