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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.