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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.