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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Brick,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Can,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.