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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.