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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.