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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.