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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Audionom,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.