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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.