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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.