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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
DNA,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.