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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.