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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cluster 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.