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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.