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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.