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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
cv313,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.