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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Real Kids,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.