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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.