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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.