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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Fugs 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.