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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.