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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.