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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.