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 France and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.