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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.