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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.