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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
X-101,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.