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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.