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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Sparks,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.