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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.