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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Television,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.