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 France and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.