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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.