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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.