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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Index,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.