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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.