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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.