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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Nas,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.