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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.