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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.