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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.