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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.