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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
JFA,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.