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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.