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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.