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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.