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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
DNA,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.