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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.