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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.