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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.