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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.