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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.