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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
UT,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Move,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.