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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.