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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.