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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Television,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.