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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.