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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.