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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.