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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.