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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.