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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
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.