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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.