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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.