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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.