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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.