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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.