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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.