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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.