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 Turkey 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.