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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.