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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Television,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.