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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.