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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.