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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.