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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
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.