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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.