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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
June Days,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.