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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.