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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.