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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Organ,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.