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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.