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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.