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 Chad and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.