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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.