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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.