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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.