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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.