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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.