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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.