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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.