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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.