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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.