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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.