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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Can,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.