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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.