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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.