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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.