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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.