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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.