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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.