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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.