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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Brick,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Faust,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.