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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.