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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Magazine,
ABC,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.