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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.